Once, at the Bottom of my Glass

after “The Wheelies” 

Down here Rainier runs like rivers, and it runs on any old night of the week, our bodies climbing through Stephen's window, up the stairs and over the alley, the front door a place for newcomers and morning-people. Past midnight all the nights are young, and we are young and we always will be. There isn't a world outside of this. No one gets married. No one ever leaves. We are awake eternally, dancing in the living room. We are blurred like lights on the bay, stretching across everything. We are alive and awake and together and it's going to last forever, I swear it is. We're going to be like this forever.